The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-08-20
FRITZ AND THE FLIES.
TranSiat eSi from the German Cor TNNAs Sii
 inxa. hy Alex, k, Sweet,

( iAgs. by Alex, E, Sweet,
 This is the season of the year whel man made after Gods own likeness raises his voice, and cxpostnlates witi the busy. busy fly that improves eacl shining hour. The gentle rcader him. self has, no doubt, boanlcd at the sam, house, and eaten at tho same table with the social fly, and has had oc. casion to revile the annoying insect.
 have bald headed friend, who has been almost driven distracted by these sociable little bores on wings He has tried every anti,lote known to science, but in vain. He has assaulted the flies time and again, but they came back with the pertinaclty ot mug wump who wants recognition from the administration.
 Fritz. for that Is his name. does not smoke Tobacco does not agree with him, but having heard rumor on the stnet that tobacco drove of flies and mosquitoes. he purchased cigar, and putiei away like good fellow, The flies did not seem to mind IL. but he did. For about eighteen hours he longcd for death, and mourncd be- cause he found it not
 He rccovered, however, and as the flies renewed their applications for recognition, he had broad piece ot leather fastened to handle. some thing like an old fashioned fail, with whicn to defend himself He had the satisfaction of flrscoing the walls of his rooms with the bodies oi several offensive partisans, but after he had broken several panes of glass and a costly vase, he laid down his weapon There were still nineteen thousand flies waiting to be killed,
 Somebody told Fritz to poison the flies. He procured the bano al some expense. and distributed il literally all over the house. Some of the flies. seeing that 1t was free thing. ate too much of 1t, but Fritz did not sing Il 1e Drum over his victory, for he would rather have had the flies bore holes forty seven feet deep into his bald head than to be etcrmlly fishing their carcasses out of his coffee, or seraping them from tn corrugated surface of his becfsteak. No. the fly pois. .,n was failure The flies died on the premises. What they should hay dcne was to havo repaired 10 some frontier county for mortuary purposes.
 Another friend told Fritz thec xUnulA hugo lAo.V, mn, tronIIn If l,n had used fly paper. Once more he drew forth his reluctant purse, and bought some more alleged alleviation. This fly paper has sticky surface of bees wax and honey, The flies try to sam pie the honey, and then he sticks like an office holder. At first he Is sur prised and raises himself up on his toes. Then he pulls forward and find ing hc is not making much progress, he tries to lift up his feet and wade out. His notions are very similar to those of man who undertakes to cross n muddy street in Houston or Sen Antonio. Al last the fly dies broken hearted, b,; he has had his re- vcnge. Our friend unthinkingly put his new stove pipe hat down on Il sheet of fly paper, and it caught on. Loss, six dollars.
 Subsequently the baby sat down on a sheet of if and was caught. It walked around on all fours, the fly pa- per still holding on with death grip, presenting highly ludicrous general appearance.
 The next investment in il y cxtcrnin- ation was the purchase of seventy five cent wire concern into which he flies walked, and could not find their way out.
 They went into it just as men 20 into politics, and the lies kept up such buzziBg that Fritz's efforts to take his afternoon rest was vetoed One more the fly laughed tiendish, mocking laugh.
 subsequently, Fritz filled the house full of smoke by Persian insect pow der I'm flies liked if very much, but Mrs. Fritz made it hotter than it WAS already, because the parIor curtains were damaged
 asked Fritz
 What Is your next campaign plaD?"
 The summer campaign Is over, but I'll get away with them next winter. All have to do now is to wait for the cold weather"
 "ciose the door gently.
 And bridIe tbe breath